B handed me some receipt the other day and I just kind of looked at him blankly.
B: "Aren't you still saving these for some record keeping thing you're doing?"
K: "Oh yeah, I stopped doing that around April.
B: "What were you going to do with it?"
K: "I guess I was going to write up an invoice in case you just left one day and never came back."
But then I explained that it really had more to do with 18+ years of keeping my very own (albeit frighteningly
ugly) finances. It took me almost the entire first year that B and I were living together to get used to the idea
that money was just going to flow all over the place in this relationship and that there was really no good reason to track it--
other than the fact that tracking money is what I do for a living and the desire to do it kind of runs through
my veins, like heroine in the form of a monthly bank statement.
But then one day I just got so disenchanted with the
receipts creeping all over my desk every week waiting to be entered into some pointless, but beautiful spreadsheet.
And then I think B started swallowing up some of my debt with his impeccable credit rating and his fiscal fairy godfather
ways and I realized that I'd rather devote my receipt recording time to something really enjoyable, like reading
Dooce. And I never looked back, even when we had that
1am fight that involved Kinkos and a severe lack of neighborhood parking.
In other melting pot news, B has endeavored to import our entire CD collection into iTunes. Right now we're at about the
230 mark out of an estimated 700 CDs-- this after a week of seemingly non-stop day and night importing. We've filled up
so many amazing Party Shuffle playlists with all of this music that I forgot I owned and haven't listened to in years--
a great week for rediscovery. Karate, where have you BEEN lately? You with your intricately relaxing guitars.
B's idea is to transfer all of the actual CDs to an enormous CD carrying case and then put all of the cases into storage.
This somehow feels more serious than simply integrating our collections alphabetically or letting money flow at random without
any worksheets or tallies-- and yet I'm completely on board.
Especially if it means I get an iPod out of the deal. An iPod with no traceable receipt. |
